What a day! Andy was especially clever today avoiding his medicine, though my brother (more clever by far!) trapped him by the open back door by whistling like a bird. That got Andy’s attention long enough for my brother to snatch him up. Poor baby!
I’ve had Internet issues and television issue the past few weeks that came to a head today. Worked out through the provider’s automated help service, I learned the two-way coaxial splitter was the issue. What?! Not unlike cars, anything I know about computers seems to come from bad experiences, failures of parts within the larger device. “Two-way coaxial splitter” is one of those concepts, things, I just want to work. I could give a flip that there is such a thing — and truly don’t want to know there is such a thing! — let alone have to find out they can go bad and I had to locate one of these unicornish devices before I could continue on.
Oh, once I re-established connections with/through the two-way coaxial splitter gizmo, the television turned on immediately without any annoying glitches (like it’s been doing) and the computer had instant Internet connectivity. Even videos worked faster on YouTube. “Two-way coaxial splitter” is a new thing to me, but I’ve come to accept it as good. It’s surprisingly common, too, unlike unicorns! I located one with my first telephone call. Whew!
My brother has a cellphone that needed minutes added. Grr! Came at the same time I was learning to know what the two-way coaxial splitter was. Too much technology at once! Should be simple. The first 23-number code I punched in was just the start….! (My brother’s daughter’s boyfriend patiently lead me through the process.) Step two was to punch in a 27-number code. Thank you sweet Jesus! The phone was happy with that code, too, and the minutes magically appeared on his phone! Curious, though, that if every human being alive had a unique number, starting with 1 and ending with seven billion whatever, no one would have a number longer than 10 digits long! Clever monkeys, my rump.
Did I mention I broke the glass front of my stove the other day? Why a smoked piece of safety glass was incorporated into the design I don’t know. Seems kind of impractical. Good design? Aesthetically pleasing? Stupid use of a delicate material for the application? Who knows. Damn inconvenient, but the oven and stove still work fine. In time, I’ll figure out what to do with the oven door without the picture window. I suppose I’ll end up buying a new door since just replacing the glass would be too simple. Yep. In the meantime, it looks pretty primitive, just raw metal and parts. Some door.
Well, Dougy’s photo with open eyes is a bit “soft-focused” but that may be as good as it gets. What the heck! I tried one more time!
Heck, that’s about as good as it’s going to get today. So I tried taking a photo of Andy.